I hated Mondays.
Work was usually so stressful on Monday, having to record the sales the company made over the weekend, which was usually much.
But I loved my job, even though I hated Mondays. The only thing I liked about Mondays was the sweetened hot coffee the staff got every morning.
It was really something to look forward to.
“You don't look your best today.” My friend, Kiara said to me as I put the last of my stuff into a brown paper box.
“What?” I asked, pretending to not have heard her the first time.
I didn't need to be told I didn't look good. And not because of my work outfit because I always looked good on that part, but I was usually the cheerful one and today I was doing anything but smiling.
But how could I smile? I was so lost in thought. The weekend had been ver
